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www.hgforever.com This site is kinda cool. It has some fan fics, pics, and um, er, never mind.

Edit: Ha ha ha! I remember this thread! I made that last part sound naughty. The joke was that I couldn't find anything else that rhymed with pics and fics.  ;D

I am making a website for RPing. It's going to have RP's for the Matrix, Harry Potter, Pirates of the Carribean, and Resident Evil. There may be more, but I am not sure yet. I am not posting the website URL yet, because I aint finished. I will post it once I am done with the site. I am just annoucing it to make people excited. Okay. I got some of it done. Here is the URL.


EDIT: Well, I certainly remember this site I made THREE YEARS AGO. It wasn't all that popular and I got bored of it. Now it's dead I think. Good riddance, I say! The only RPing I'll ever be doing will be here on HPFF!

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Well, choose your favorite picture. Whichever has the most votes will be my signature.

How many F's can you count?

FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE
SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTI
FIC STUDY COMBINED WITH
THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...













If you got 3, you are
WRONG!!!

There are actually 6!
Don't believe me? Look at each letter carefully.

Does anybody think that one of the movies might be pg-13? I can't imagine that it will. But, you never know, it could happen...

This is just a poem I wrote. (Warning: Slightly graphic)

Rich in Nothing Except Money.

You don't try to make peace.
But you instead drop bombs like we are in the middle east.
You need to give each others hugs and love.
But you only shake hands while wearing a glove.
Those who are rich in money,
and nothing else,
that have thier names carved into emblems,
use money to solve thier problems.
War will break out.
The wealthy,
use money,
to stay stealthy,
to be healthy,
from the chemical gas that is filling a child's lung,
it's true the youth die young.
The rich, the fools.
Money will not be a tool,
to save you from your death,
as you take your final breath,
the gas will go down your throat.
After that, you feel so light, you'll float.
Heaven? No.
You'll go so low.
Feel so cold.
Hell is where you will burn.
Fires will surround you and there will be no place to turn.
Money is no help to you now.
How did I get here? How?
You so selfish and think about yourself.
And now, there is a place where you fell,
you are burning in the depths of Hell.
Heaven is the place to go, instead,
now that you are dead in spirit,
was once rich in only money,
you are the poorest person in burning in the depths of Hell.



After reading this, it kinda looks like I am deeply disturbed. Don't worry. I'm not.

I got this idea off of another site. Credit to this site for the idea. http://residentevil9.proboards26.com/index.cgi

This is a forum game! The entire point: Attack the next poster using rediculous attacks, and then the next poster blocks them and uses another ridiculous attack.

IE:
Goblet attacks next poster using SPARTAN 117 from the game HALO.

(Next poster) tosses a bannana peel, causing SPARTAN 117 to slip and die. I attack the next poster using Britney Spear's horrible music.

Get it?
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Goblet attacks the next poster using one of those gigantic Mechs from 'war of the worlds'. 

Today is Daniel's birthday. Say happy birthday everyone.

Edit: Now today is Dan's birthday again. He is 18.

I would say that this is a spoiler right now since I think that this might be true. So spoiler warning everybody.






Remember when Dumbledore said that Harry might be happy that he let Pettigrew live? Well, I have concluded after a large amount of reading, (and a large amount of torturing Rowling) is that Voldemort can't kill Harry. When Harry let Pettigrew live, he created a bond that Peter owes Harry his life. And when Peter poured his own blood to make Voldemort come back, that means a part of Voldemort can not kill Harry. Otherwise, saying, that Voldemort owes Harry his life. See, this is not as bad as the R.A.B. rumor I started.

WARNING: READ HBP FIRST!!!



I want to know what R.A.B. stands for! At first, I thought it stood for Remus, Albus, and Black, but only one person wrote that so that wasn't possible. But I have major clue on who it is. The letter was addressed to The Dark Lord, which ment that the person that wrote the letter was probably a death eater! And now I think that Bellatrix wrote that letter, because she is the only person I know that is a death eater and has a last name that started with a B. Does anybody know Bellatrix's first and middle name? And just a little note, Bellatrix is a major Voldemort supporter and my brother says that there was no way she could have written that letter. But hey, Rowling is known for making surprises, right?

WARNING: HBP SPOILER!!!




Dumbledore's funeral was in session. Goblet was sitting in the back, thinking. According to the rumors, Snape ran off with Malfoy and a few death eaters. "Not a rumor you idiot. You saw them run off when you were fighting the death eaters!" Goblet thought to himself. Then Goblet snapped out of it and reminded himself that he should be thinking about Dumbledore, honering him. Goblet looked around. Many people had silent tears falling from thier eyes.

I am going to buy it at midnight! Time to pack up with additional coffegrinds, coffeemakers, coffeecups, sodas packing with caffiene, enfedamines, HP glasses to look like a nerd, markers to draw a scar on my head to the highest HP detail to look like a nerd, a big screen TV, a DVD player, all three HP movies, a removable outlet, all five HP books, a sleeping bag, a pillow, a fake wand, some robes with a hogwarts patch on them, a cloak, a goblet which I will light on fire, find and kidnap a person who looks like Ron, find and kidnap anybody that looks like Hermione, a few more fake wands, a bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, develop an english accent, the HP movie's soundtracks, all the books that is a biography and a bibliography about JK Rowling, get the model chess set from the first HP movie, shrink a few inches, a snake that looks like a basilisk, a sword with the name Godric Gryffindor engraved in it, a big tall mirror that looks like the mirror of Erised, hire a few special effects guys to make a dementor for me, a double decker bus that looks like the Knight Bus which will haul all the crap I will be carrying, and FINALLY, carry a few smoke bombs to throw down on the ground in which I will appear out of the smoke to make it look I apparated.

Note: Volunteers to carry everything are welcome in case I don't get the Knight Bus!

Here is something I thought I would try. You ask me anything about the HP series and I will try to answer you in the most humorous way possible. :P

Goblet layed on his stomach on the floor of the Gryffindor common room. He was as pale as a ghost and did not realize that he was laying on the floor at midnight.

Everybody hates Cho. It's a common fact. But if Cho were here right now, what would you say to her? I will start off.

WHY ARE SO SO STUPID AND OVERSENSITIVE CHO??!!!!!!  WHY DO YOU HAVE THE NAME CHO CHANG??!!!!!!! YOU ARE NOT EVEN AN EIGHTH ASIAN!!!! I HOPE YOU GOT ROOM FOR MY FIST BECAUSE I AM GONNA RAM IT INTO YOUR STOMACH!!! [/i] (but I will never hit a girl)

Goblet walked around the forest intently at night. Something was there that wasn't supposed to be there. He just knew it. He didn't know what could be in the forest that wasn't supposed to be there, but something was there. Goblet became distracted when he heard the crunching of leaves.

             Harry was about to go into an apartment. He was told to go there by a mysterious person and was also told to go to the 926 room. Harry did as he was told and went into the room. He saw Ron wearing a long leather jacket and saw Hermoine in the same type of attire.
            "Hello Harry," said Ron. "As you might have guessed, I am Ron."
             "Uh, Ron? I didn't guess. I know you from school." Ron ignored the comment, "Please sit down." Harry and Ron sat down.
             "You are here because you know something Harry. Something you can't explain. Do you know what it is?" Harry had no idea what Ron was talking about. "Um, mankind?" Ron shook his head. "Dumbledore?" Ron shook his head again. "The Matrix."
             "Yes. Do you want to know what it is?" asked Ron.
               "Sure. What's the worst that could happen?" said Harry. "Okay, in my hands, I hold two pills. The blue pill will make you wake up in your bed and you will believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay and wonderland and I will show you how deep the Rabbithole goes. "Uh, Ron?" started Hermione,"You skipped that part."
               "Oh crap!" yelled Ron. He pulled up a cell phone. "Draco, load the rewind program." Ron said. (COMMENCE REWIND!) "Now you must feel like a little bit like Alice." said Ron. "Uh wha-" Ron interupted Harry, "Tumbling down the rabbit hole?"
                "Oh you mean Alice in Wonderland, that Disney cartoon. That was the worse-" Ron interupted Harry again and got up a cell phone. "Draco, load the fastforward program." (COMMENCE FAST FOWARD!)
                Ron was holding two pills, "All I am offering is the truth Harry." Harry was about to take the blue pill. "But, uh, the red pill is candy." Harry then took the red pill instead and swallowed it. Then Harry coughed it up and the pill hit Ron's eye. "Sorry Ron. Not that good at taking pills."
                  "AGENT SNAPES ARE COMING! PREPARE TO THROW YOUR SHOES!!!" yelled Hermione.

Um, this story, I admit I got a little carried away with.

Sorry googl. Obvioulsy on googl's thread, the favorite was kiara. Well this is similar except that everybody that started a topic is on here except admin. And you are allowed 10 votes.

(To understand this better, read Life and Death)

          Goblet was crouching on the ground staring at two slabs of stone. He hated the slabs of stone. How did he end up here? Why was he even here? He heard a silent buzzing in his head.
          Goblet was at his his house, a week after he met his brother. He saw a letter, which he knew was from his parents. He had already written his reply, he picked up the letter from his parents and read it anyway. Goblet read the letter thoroughly, and then he tossed it in the fire, including his reply. Goblet thoughts were washing in his head. He had missed the event he was invited to. Goblet was full of self-pity and guilt. He felt that he should meet his parents one last time. Goblet got on his broom, flew to where they were staying. He went up to them, crouched down, staring at two slabs of stone, "Hi mom. Hi dad."

(This is similar to the Life and fan fic, and somebody told me it would be cool if it was an rp)

Goblet was at his house in the country, alone as always. He was back at his house for the holidays, though he didn't know why he didn't just stay at Hogwarts, or even go to his parents house. He found his owl Hermes (not Weasly Hermes) at his window and opened the expected letter from his parents. What his parents wrote was the same thing as always,"I'm sorry that you had to go away, but it was for the best. If something happened to you, nobody would know."       
            Goblet went down to his basement which he cleaned and organized everything that was there during the first two months he was at his new home. Goblet liked being down in the basement. It made him feel secure. Though there was one problem with the basement: About once every few months, somebody would end up there by accedent when they travel by portkey. People who end up there often yell at Goblet for thier mistake feeling it is best to put the blame on somebody. Goblet was finishing up his reply to his parents' letter, telling them that he will be all right. Then he closed up the letter, went outside to give the letter to his owl Hermes who was on a post drinking water. He noticed that it will be dark soon, but then he heard angry yelling...
               Goblet looked up to find dozens of people riding brooms coming straight toward his house. Then what he saw next made his head turn ice cold: The Dark Mark. Goblet took a few steps back, then he saw green light coming from quite a few people on the brooms. Avada Kadarvra, the killing curse. Goblet knew this curse too well, as it is what killed  nearly his entire family, even Goblet performed it on the wizard that killed his entire family when he was inches away from being killed.
                Goblet dove to the side, the spell missing him from inches and the spell shattered a window. Goblet got into the house just as the death eaters just landed thier brooms. He ran through the house, not knowing where he was going, just trying to get away from those...people. Then he heard a door burst open. "D*** it!" yelled Goblet in anger. Loads of killing spells were soaring through the house. Goblet didn't know when to turn. "The basement," he thought. Goblet turned left and right, hoping his steps would lead him to the right place. "Downstairs!" thought Goblet. He was nearly there. Then a death eater appeared in front of him. "Avada-" the death eater started, but he was too slow. Goblet smashed him against a wall and then he thanked God that he was tall.
Goblet then jumped down the stairs and closed the door to the basement. He pointed his wand at the doorknob"Zemial!"
              "The kid went in the basement! Alohoamora! D***! Doesn't work!" said somebody outside the basement. "We are going to have to break this door down." said another voice. Goblet grinned. But that went away just as soon he remembered where he was. "S***!" yelled Goblet. The door was banging loudly. Judging by the spell he just used, the door shouldn't open for about 15, 20 minutes. There wasn't a window in sight to get out of. He went to a wall and slid down on it, hands on his face and he was starting to face the facts. He was going to die. He can't take all those death eaters. Then he saw somebody appear out of nowhere, which couldn't be at a worse time.